January 28, 2009

They are supposed to learn, but incapacitatedThe children look up to mother hen for foodBut mother hen is not able to because it is always robbedUnfortunately, by some of your children. While more of the children are suffering, a few are enjoying themselvesThey have money dipped in blood to lavishDrops of sweat from some make others richWhile the sources of sweat drops are like donkeysWhose work rate is nothing compared to what he getsWhen will this stop? They cryThey drop sweat and tears laboring for their dear motherYet these few robbers sit in the lavishly furnished four-edged placeWith no faint spot of sweat, yet they get the goodies of others' sweatWhat shall we do then? Should we continue to work and die for others?Or should we fight to free ourselves from our brother-tormentorsEven if we die in the process, it's better to die for a causeThan for you to die in oppression and tortureThe decision lies in your hands.